or, as his aunt said, kids just can't wait for anything these days.
The story - Saturday morning I had to fish a big doe out of a river. That's a different story, not this one. Sunday I went to skin and quarter that doe over at Mom's house. She lives on a ridge above a river, which in Missouri means steep and long hillsides. My son decided to walk across the road to hunt while I worked on the deer. He had several shot ops the first weekend, but never took a shot. He left at 2:00. At 2:20 I get a phone call. I thought it was him saying he forgot something ( he saw a doe opening morning but forogt the bolt to his gun). Then in the back of my mind I thought a heard a shot just before the call. It was him calling, and he says he thinks he just got a buck.
I figure 5 minutes for him to get to where I told him to sit, then he said he changed positions three times so he could see the hillside and river better. So, less then ten minutes of actual hunting, he sees a doe. Then he sees the buck behind her. As he put it, he let her go because he wanted a rack for his first deer.
His first deer ever, and I got to field dress it for him. The hillside is aa lot steeper than in the picture, and we had a long way to go up hill.
What The Boy can do in ten minutes
